Marianne stood there, her arms around me. She didn't move away at the touch of my covered erection against her thigh. She looked into my eyes, and a slight smile creased her face.
"Did I catch you at a bad time?" she snickered, pulling me even closer to her. My hardon rubbed against her thigh, nearly coming free of my robe as I stared at this beautiful woman. At the angle she held me, I could see right down the front of her dress. It wasn't helping.
"Sorry, Mrs. Reisman..." I tried to step back, a bit embarrassed by the reaction of my body. To tell the truth, my brain was racing with thoughts about how I wanted to throw her on the bed and fuck her senseless. Unfortunately, Marianne was having none of it, and held onto me, making it impossible for me to extract myself from her arms.
"About what?" She stated, looking me full in the face. "You're sorry because your penis decided to get hard? Come on, most of the men I date would kill for that problem." She smirked, clearly amused at the situation.
"Date?" I murmered. I remembered seeing Michelle's father at the wedding party, but he had stayed far away from Mrs. Reisman. In fact, when I thought about it, I realized that they had actually been actively hostile towards each other.
"Didn't you know?" Marianne pulled me closer, my erect cock slipping along her thigh. The robe was becoming loose now, and any second I would probably slip out. "Michelle's father and I are getting divorced. In fact, we signed the papers last night."
"Oh, I'm Sorry." I commented, unable to think about anything else.
"Don't be." Marianne countered. Her face seemed a twinge closer to mine. "He slept with anything that moved, and if it didn't move, he would give it a little experimental shake. It was a lot nicer when he shared his little sluts with me, but over the past couple of years he has gotten jealous."
"Shared?" I had a sudden vision of Marianne, her tounge buried in a hot womans pussy, while her husband pumped her from behind. It didn't help my erection any.
"Come on, darling." Marianne suddenly seemed very close. "I mean, it's not like I'm a virgin."
I couldn't resist. The situation suddenly struck me as hilarious. Here I was, having just confirmed that my best friend was cheating on his bride, finding out that the bride's mother was a randy little minx, and was very available. A line from a film ran through my head, and it popped out.
"Are you trying to seduce me, Mrs. Reisman?" I stammered out.
Marianne got a broad smile on her face, then affected a prim expression.
"Do you want me to seduce you, darling?" she said, her face nearly unreadable. |